Sheriff Marla Tenfell
Sheriff Marla Tenfell defies expectations at every turn. Standing barely over four feet tall, this halfling law enforcer has weathered three decades of frontier justice with unwavering determination. Her face bears the gentle creases of middle age and the harder lines of constant vigilance, creating a map of a life spent protecting others. Despite her small stature, she moves with the confident stride of someone who has never backed down from confrontation—though wisdom has taught her when battles are better won through words than force.
Marla's attire reflects practicality above all else: weathered leather armor reinforced at the joints, multiple pouches containing everything from legal documents to medicinal herbs, and a well-maintained shortsword at her hip. The silver badge of her office—a simple shield emblazoned with Emberbrook's ward symbol—remains polished to brightness, even as the rest of her equipment shows signs of daily use. It serves as her one concession to ceremony in a role that demands constant pragmatism.
Law's a shield for the innocent, not a bludgeon for the powerful. Least, that's how it's meant to be.
Unlike many in positions of authority throughout House Duskbane territory, Sheriff Tenfell rose to her station through merit rather than birth or connection. The people of Emberbrook elected her twenty years ago after she single-handedly tracked and captured a notorious bandit leader who had terrorized the region. That victory earned her the respect of commoners and nobility alike, though recent political currents have eroded the deference once shown to her badge.
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